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You knelt on the carpet, crimson and stainedLight trickled over your black dress like rainYour lips were hot and my shocked heart screamedAnd I can't scrape my eyes free of this dreamWe each occupy the same space/timeMatter, antimatter, tangled like vinesAnd the awful tolling, and the cold rain outsideAnd I cannot scrape this dream off my eyesAnd the embers of Eden burnYou can even see it from spaceAnd the great and winding wall between usSeem to copy the lines of your faceAnd the embers of Eden burnYou can even see it from spaceAnd the great and winding wall between usSeem to copy the lines of your face From Letras Mania